The Kiefer house has been
infected! Yes, our leader, Mr. Kiefer, has been
sick. Most of us will joke about how terrible it is when a man is sick because of how dramatic he becomes. In our house however it is no joke. Not the dramatic part. The terrible part. You see our house runs well because Mr. Kiefer and I work well together. He balances my frantic and helps in the day to day chaos. I make a mess in the kitchen. He cleans it. We dirty
laundry. He starts the
washer. I do a project around the house. He is there to pull me out when I get in over my head. I need a friend to talk with. He listens. He sets the morning alarm, wakes the children, and starts breakfast. So I bet you are wondering what I do? Yeah, me too. Maybe when I figure it out, I'll blog about it :)
Anyway, here is the point. When I realized that he was really sick, I panicked. I had a dirty kitchen, piles of laundry, several house projects to be complete, and I wanted to talk. How in the world would I get all this done? I depend on him so much to be there to calm my chaos. Seriously, it's like I was a damsel in distress and my
super hero was taken
prisoner. I realized I had to act so I did what any good wife would do. I bought tons of
orange juice, gave him medicine, and put the children to work on the
chores.
We survived the day, and I realized even more how much I depend on (
+Chris Kiefer) Mr. Kiefer. He treats me like a
princess. He runs our home with grace and love, and his actions prove that he is truly a selfless leader.
The Princess,
Shante
PS - I am now on a mission to discover exactly what it is I do for our family.